Текст песни Navjarmaahr - Над могилами тысяч бессмертных

In the fire of a fiery sky
In the fever of death merciless
Bloodied face mask
And eaten up by the greedy flame
Chasing yourself and dropping
Day after day to infinity and ashes
Drying out of thirst and crying
Dying like darkness at dawn
Dragged on the ground like whips
Fingers and swords from carts
Horses stumbled on the wind ...
The path home was not far ...

And in the blood that dried on faces
Hopelessly decorated with death
Mighty power
A cold gaze
Fascinating as if in a swamp
And the forests where the ancestors lived,
Where hostile relics cracked
Where the veins burst in battle

Where the wingspan of the raging wings
Carried away to the endless sky
Powerful falcon flocks
Grandfathers defending their homeland ...
Over the graves of thousands of immortals
Their visions are dancing in the mists
Rise up and dance
Fade and go out in the mounds

In flocks of sparks of fires and coals
Reborn just for a short while
Scattering with worthless dust ...
A handful of black, smoking fragments ...
The remaining secret pattern
They say they didn’t have time to say
The cooling, melting gaze
Seeing off, realizing - failed ...